THE SKY, THE MOUNTAIN

The sky, the mountain

might have heard 

hearsay 

of electricity 

might have smelled 

the far off haze 

swallowing

black jewel tomatoes

the sky, the mountain 

as if there were no 

fires no virus no babies shot 

on their doorsteps

the mountain sends

water 

makes a deal with the moon 

the sky, the mountain 

the organ lifting,

actual listening 

bowl of honey to suspend 

all crumbs 

the sky sheds pink across

the sturdy cobalt mountain 

that pink before goodnight

that cobalt, older than decision 

straw flower river earth bed 

in the shadow of tugboats 

sweet yeast air 

blossoms

dreams, storefronts

bunkers

might they keep us

fed and dry 

just long enough